Kritika desperately tried to cover herself, her hands scrambling against the rich, heavy fabric of the blouse as she squeezed her eyes shut. Her cheeks burned with a fierce, rapid heat that felt hot enough to melt the surrounding glass shelves. She started blabbering, the words tripping over one another in her absolute panic.

"Aap yahan kya kar rahe hain? Jayiye bahar!" *(What are you doing here? Go outside!)*